I'm gonna try mine now even though K.C. 's (Their Story) is soo much better than i can write.
Chapter1: Existence
Tanis's head was throbbing, he had never been used to the light of day, there was always something that turned him away from the light. He sat on the roof, waiting, looking, the weilder would be here soon, and that he was sure of. The silence bothered him a bit, he had never liked silence, it let him think of his uncertainty, his fear. Basking in light, the domed roof reflected the setting sun casting an orange glow on the black and white armor he wore,illuminating the normally hidden symbol of a heart across the breastplate, he thought about his past, his exsistence. The details were foggy at best, but he remembered being angry. He couldn't think back to a childhood, no happy mermories of mother and father, just that awful sense of lack, always he had felt he needed something, he had never felt complete. There was a man, he recalled as he often did when he was alone, a man in a cloak, the man thought of Tanis as a tool, something to be ordered around, the man didn't live to regret the mistake. He called Tanis a shadow , a shade , for some reason was the term he used more often, of a boy he had never met or heard of untill that day, Sora, it was an awful thing to be compared weighed by the image of someone you didn't know, or care, about. The sun began to set, the cheerful orange glow left leaving the cold harsh reality of things, this was where Tanis was comfortable, in the darkness.
The water,he always remembered clear bright beautiful water. These memories however felt cold and distant, unlike the recent memories they felt Dull like looking through a dirty mirror. The memories of happiness and friends could have been delusions, wishfull thinking, a mirage his brain created to mock him.
He heard footsteps, he looked ,the sudden jerky movement causing the chains he wrapped around his arms to jingle he froze as he saw, not the wielder but a man with a blade unlike any he had seen, . The mans blade had a curved handle and a trigger device inlaid in it. Though he wasn't the wielder he could pose a problem, he mentally marked him as a threat. The wielder had a way of making friends quickly, he already had gotten to strange animals to join him, therefore he considered anyone who wasn't a slave to darknessand had any power a threat. The weilder was approaching. Tanis pulled out The Mourning Glory his trusted sythe, the moon was at full rise now he placed both hands on the white handle and glanced at the black tips unholy luster.
"Let's go" he then said and jumped to confront the Wielder
"Halt" Tanis said in his commanding voice.
"Hi I'm sora me and my friends just wanna go through"
"Defend yourself" Tanis screamed the black blade of the sythe glowing with his hate "or Die.
Well that's Chapter 1, hope you enjoyed it.
Chapter1: Existence
Tanis's head was throbbing, he had never been used to the light of day, there was always something that turned him away from the light. He sat on the roof, waiting, looking, the weilder would be here soon, and that he was sure of. The silence bothered him a bit, he had never liked silence, it let him think of his uncertainty, his fear. Basking in light, the domed roof reflected the setting sun casting an orange glow on the black and white armor he wore,illuminating the normally hidden symbol of a heart across the breastplate, he thought about his past, his exsistence. The details were foggy at best, but he remembered being angry. He couldn't think back to a childhood, no happy mermories of mother and father, just that awful sense of lack, always he had felt he needed something, he had never felt complete. There was a man, he recalled as he often did when he was alone, a man in a cloak, the man thought of Tanis as a tool, something to be ordered around, the man didn't live to regret the mistake. He called Tanis a shadow , a shade , for some reason was the term he used more often, of a boy he had never met or heard of untill that day, Sora, it was an awful thing to be compared weighed by the image of someone you didn't know, or care, about. The sun began to set, the cheerful orange glow left leaving the cold harsh reality of things, this was where Tanis was comfortable, in the darkness.
The water,he always remembered clear bright beautiful water. These memories however felt cold and distant, unlike the recent memories they felt Dull like looking through a dirty mirror. The memories of happiness and friends could have been delusions, wishfull thinking, a mirage his brain created to mock him.
He heard footsteps, he looked ,the sudden jerky movement causing the chains he wrapped around his arms to jingle he froze as he saw, not the wielder but a man with a blade unlike any he had seen, . The mans blade had a curved handle and a trigger device inlaid in it. Though he wasn't the wielder he could pose a problem, he mentally marked him as a threat. The wielder had a way of making friends quickly, he already had gotten to strange animals to join him, therefore he considered anyone who wasn't a slave to darknessand had any power a threat. The weilder was approaching. Tanis pulled out The Mourning Glory his trusted sythe, the moon was at full rise now he placed both hands on the white handle and glanced at the black tips unholy luster.
"Let's go" he then said and jumped to confront the Wielder
"Halt" Tanis said in his commanding voice.
"Hi I'm sora me and my friends just wanna go through"
"Defend yourself" Tanis screamed the black blade of the sythe glowing with his hate "or Die.
Well that's Chapter 1, hope you enjoyed it.